I don't want to die!"
"Then you should never been born.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do.

Darkness approaches from outside.
I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.

A true teacher would never tell you what to do. But he would give you the knowledge with which you could decide what would be best for you to do.